I have been like Othello making,
Mistakes both serious and trifling,
After each one I let myself assume,
Of rewinding time.
But I discover relief in the notion,
That mistake is a common obsession,
A quality or flaw,
Well I don't exactly know!
Thank God! It's my mistakes that can,
Confirm that I am a huMAN.
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